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Touched of gentle morning dew From a leaf so lightly set. Leave of Caitlin I so knew, Firmly in remembrance. Yet, Caitlin looms immensely.

Waves Waves Rocking me, Rocking me gone, Razing me on.

I'm back. I'm back to see again A spirit rum can never drown. Can beauty be of such a leaf To let itself so gently down?

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